Clifford T Ward Stains
If you were here with me
You'd know how your love stains
I got ink all on my fingers
From words I can't explain
This solitary life is turnin' me about
My thoughts they all seem tainted
And the stains they won't come out
Been too long inside a colour that was fast
Now the dye 's run out, stainin' up my past.
It's not too late
T' put this heart of mine in some shape
Come and wash away this heartache, and pain
Don't let it stain.
If you were here with me
You'd know your love still stains
Traces of your make-up
Pillow cases, eyebrow crayons
Broken glasses, cryin' tears and fingers bled
Down upon the carpet where the green turned into red
It's been too long inside a house that's full o' you
With nothin' left to show - memories seeping through.
It's not too late
T' put this heart of mine in some shape
Come and wash away this heartache, and pain
Don't let it stain.
Walkin' aimlessly from room to room
Where the air is stained with your perfume
Pictures on the wall
Seem to shine no more
And the colours are no longer true.
It's not too late
T' put this heart of mine in some shape
Come and wash away this heartache, and pain
Don't let it stain.
It's not too late
T' put this heart of mine in some shape
Come and wash away this heartache, and pain
Don't let it stain.
(Repeat and fade).
